“Those men are bastards,” Alfie said. “Savages.”
“Best thing is, though, Whitehall and men like him hate themselfs more than they hate me.” Gustavo thought about that. “Maybe the same amount. And maybe that’s sad, not good. If they didn’t, maybe they’d be a whole lot nicer.”
“God will have his time with them.”
“Your scars is from somethin’ noble.”
“They still ain’t pretty.”
“Anyone what sees ‘em oughta know how they came about. How you’re a hero.”
“Then you’re mine, Gus. Because I wouldn’t be here without what you did. I’d trade my life for you not having to—”
“Then I’m damned glad I ain’t asked ya first.”
“Come back down here.”
“Can ya move over some if I put down the blanket?”
“I can. Everything works as long as I don’t sit, ride, walk, or stand too long.”
Once the blanket was
